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I sent aze up his back and noticed for the first ti, but it seemed at least to hit his shoulders I hadn’t allowedjawline had taken all my attention before

We reached his bedroom door, and he stood back and waved me inside “I have no idea where Nan keeps her first-aid supplies, but I’ve got so a fall fro, so I came prepared”

Nan? Who was Nan? “Do you not live here?” I asked

He pulled out a s and turned to look back at rin lifted the corners of his mouth, and his eyes danced with amusement “Hell, no” He chuckled “Have you ly lives with her But since our father owns this house, I can stay here whenever I choose I just choose to do so when Nan is gone”

“Oh I’ve never seen anyone here until you,” I said

“That explains a lot,” he mumbled, then chuckled as if he knew a joke I didn’t He held out his hand “Here, give onna sting”

I didn’t letabout the concerned way he was studying uy, or he see at me in ways that made me nervous

I placed etically, as if it was his fault I watched as he slowly slid the glass out ofit with a cotton ball he’d coated in peroxide Yes, it stung, but I’d been through much worse

He bent his head and started gently blowing on my wound as he cleaned it The cool feel of his breath on , and I became fascinated with the way his lips looked puckered up Was he for real? Had I hit e dream?

He held the cotton ball tightly against the wound, pressing it doith his thumb while he reached for a new cotton ball and medical tape “I wish I had so any I’ve got soet you to the hospital”

I just nodded I didn’t knohat else to do No one had ever cared that I had an injury And I’d had many

“My nalanced up atmy hand

“I like that name I’ve never heard it before” He chuckled “Thanks Do you have a na what my name was No one I had worked for had asked me my name except for one client But she was different from the clients at the other places I worked “Yes, I do It’s Reese”

Mase

She s and cinna deep whiffs as her scent wafted over ed not to act like a psycho and pull her up against me so I could bury my face in her neck and just breathe I’d never knooman to smell like a cinnamon bun, but damn, it was a turn-on

I got her hand wrapped up and then led her down the stairs She see, but she didn’t say much I asked her if she had a purse, and she nodded and went to get it from the table beside the door It wasn’t what most women would call a purse; it was a faded blue backpack She slung it over her shoulder and looked back at the house with a worried expression

“I’,” she said, then looked back at me

“You can’t clean with your hand torn open,” I pointed out, unable to suppress a grin

Her brow puckered into a frown “It isn’t that bad I can work like this,” she said, holding up her bandaged hand

I shook my head and opened the door “No, you can’t”

We stepped outside and saw thatfor someone to drop it off Good, I could drive it instead of her car